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 Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 3:55 pm
Silas sighed slightly as his smile returned. It was the same smile he had when he entered the building: small, but malicious and anticipating. Like a wolf eying a sheep before the kill. "Ialo, it's me! Silas! Silas Lime! We went to school here together, remember? We were in a lot of the same classes. We even got close grades if you remember correctly." Silas sat in his chair, hoping that Ialo would remember him this time. He truly, TRULY hoped he remembered. His revenge would be hollow if Ialo had no clue what was coming to him. What he DESERVED.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:01 pm
Ialo sat back in his chair and stared at Silas. He stared so intently that his pupils slitted. It was perfectly obvious he was using his dragon senses to analyze every aspect of Silas, from his aura and signature to his facial structure, eye color....
".... Haven't got a clue," Ialo finally chirped cheerfully. "But you went here, huh? Silas Lime... No, doesn't ring a bell. Actually...." He looked thoughtful. "Yeah, no sorry. Coffee?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:14 pm
Silas was burning up inside now. This jerk didn't even remember him? Well... he half expected that to be honest. The little attention whore couldn't be bothered with anything other than what was happening to him anyway. So Silas simply sighed and waved off Ialo's pitiful attempt to placate him with commoner coffee. "No thank you. I think we should just get down to the bottom line here so we're not wasting anymore of your precious time." Silas made sure to ooze sarcasm as he finished, hoping to aggravate Ialo further before the final hammer blow was struck. Silas motioned at Isaac, and Isaac in turn snapped open his briefcase and took out a stack of papers. He set them down on the desk in front of Ialo, making sure to point out the front page in particular. Silas took up the slack and began to iterate his point. "I'm sure you're familiar with things of this nature. The bottom line says that you are going to be sued and arrested within the next few hours for several highly criminal offenses. Some of my favorites are terrorism, fraud, tax evasion, and.. what was that new one we just got today Isaac?" Isaac spoke up cheerfully. "Child prostitution." Silas smiled at that. "Yes, of course. That was a handy bit of detective work we did finding out about what you did to that Danni child. Forcefully impregnating her? Not very classy of you Ialo, not at all. It would be tragic if the Courts of Magic were to hear about that, wouldn't you say Ialo?" Silas sat back in Ialo's ratty guest chair, waiting for the reaction he had been dreaming of for the past 6 years.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:29 pm
Ialo was silent. Very silent. Very silent, and very pale, much paler than normal. His face was almost the same shade as his hair. He had to be silent. Of course he was pale. He was splitting his attention between Silas, and himself - it was happening again, that feeling that if he didn't calm down, he lose control and split apart by the force of his own soul -
He lost his temper.
"WHAT?!" Ialo stood up. "What sort of ******** games are you playing here?!"
There it was, his temper. The slitted eyes, the sudden, almost instant rise in body temperature - an involuntary reaction, the automatic rise of fire - Ialo had to clench his fists (almost claws) to make a piddly attempt to keep from punching the ******** daylights out of the b*****d right then and there.
"What the hell are you trying to do - you're working for HER, aren't you?!" His emotions, it was like an explosion of rage, anyone with half their wits in quarter-mile radius could FEEL the dragon's rage.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:41 pm
Ahhhhhh, THERE it was! That look of pure fear. The look of someone who's standing in front of a semi and knows there's nothing they can do. Silas' smile was now genuine as he waved off Ialo's accusations. "I can assure you that that my actions are solely my own. But you know as well as any businessman that one should never divulge their reasons. Let's just get to the real reason I'm here." Silas looked around room and held his arms out to the sides, projecting to the room as a whole. "I want this. All of it. I want the whole school. It'll be a wonderful centerpiece to the new academic division I'm adding to my company." Silas put his hands down on the armrests of the chair and looked at Ialo with a mirthful glint in his eye. "Let's be reasonable here. This whole issue with these heinous accusations can all be resolved rather simply. Just sign over the school to me and I'll have my lawyers work their magic to completely erase these charges from your record. I'll even go farther and have them disprove any evidence that might put you in a bad light that any country might happen to have on you." Silas sat back in the chair, bringing his hand up to his chin and grabbing it lightly in thought, that same smile still stuck on his face. He could only imagine the show Ialo was about to put on for him now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:47 pm
Ialo paused, thrown for a loop. "But... you just divulged your reasons." He was still furious, but now he also confused. "You want this school?"
Honestly, why? It was second rate, had a horrible history, went through faculty like teenagers through pizza, was in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't even that pretty of a school, and the students were all train wrecks.
"Man, you don't have what it takes..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:52 pm
Silas simply chuckled at this. "Look, either accept it or don't. Either way I'll be getting what I want, the only difference is that you'll either be in a maximum security prison or sipping lattes in Bora Bora. The choice is yours right now, but if you keep stalling I'll just do things the fun way and watch you rot behind bars."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:00 pm
Ialo stared agape at Silas. Was this man for real? He didn't know half of what was going on! He tried to say something, but sputtered incoherently.
He drew a deep breath and tried again. "You can't - no, you are - you SHOULD NOT be doing this. Silas, you do not want this. Trust me, you do not want this. You can't have it."
Ialo glared at him. "You're not having it. You're not getting this school."
I can't let some innocent, stupid b*****d like you get caught up in this Relic mess, he thought. We'd all be screwed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:17 pm
Silas smiled a full, genuine smile this time. Ialo had done exactly what he'd hoped he'd do. He got possessive. Now Silas would have the pleasure of ripping the school, and everything else Ialo held dear from him. Silas simply got up from his seat and straightened out his suit. Isaac got up from his as Silas did so, picking up the papers and putting them back in his briefcase carefully. Silas spoke cheerfully to Ialo as he turned around and began to leave the office. "Very well then, you had your chance. I'll be seeing you later Ialo." And with that Silas left the office, letting the door slam behind him.
A few minutes later Silas was outside the school, standing in front of a stretch limo that had pulled up and was waiting for the two businessmen. Silas stood outside the limo door as his chauffeur held it open for him. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open and calling an unknown number. A few rings later and Silas spoke the words that would seal Ialo's fate. "He's all yours." Silas clicked the phone closed and got into the limo, taking a glass of champagne from Isaac. He sipped it, allowing a few long chuckles to escape his throat. He could almost see what was about to happen.
5 minutes later, and it was utter chaos in Ialo's office. Police units had already broken through the windows with tear gas and were pointing automatic weapons at Ialo's head as several of them wrestled him to the ground, shouting at him as they did so. Within minutes they had him in cuffs and were dragging him, kicking and screaming to the chopper they had brought out to take him to the maximum security holding cells on Alcatraz. From there they'd take him to the 'special room', which would transport him to the deepest sections of the Courts of Magic, and from there a world of hurt.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:23 pm
Athena yelled loudly, some unintelligible Swedish words streaming from her lips in rapid succession. If understood, there would be zombies, wasabi, 'the doors only open one way! they only open in!', something about her precious pasta (of course), and snakes. What they had to do with eachother was indecipherable, but she pointed dramatically at the kid on the bed next to hers as she did so, staring right at the doors of the room as if it explained everything. Athena panted, a dead-serious expression on her face before she blinked and looked around.
"...How'd I get here?" she mused, tilting her head to the side. She looked to the adjacent bed and the boy sleeping on it and her head moved to the other side, confusion clear on her face. "And who's he?" She felt like she should know him, though. Oh well.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:24 pm
{{I already asked before and since I didn't get a response, I thought I'd ask again.}}
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:26 pm
Adolf, who had been in the library, felt a disturbance but... well, he didn't actually think that it was something so serious. There had been far too many serious things happening lately, that it was extremely unlikely, by his logic, for yet another unwanted anything to occur just yet. He was researching a few things--first, what he wanted to do with his class, and second, the very things Ialo had asked of him the other day. He was concentrating more on his class, though.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:27 pm
Cuwen {{That's not an entirely uncommon experience for me. lol. But Bai Ching is in a different timezone, anyway, so it kind of works... Except not really. wink MFHS wouldn't move a day forward while Dymetri/Marcos and Lin stayed stagnant. lol!! Though that would be funny. But I just view it as kind of retro posting now. I like doing that. And is Ophiuchus going to notice that Lin is not around? I mean, he put her in charge of the hospital wing and now she's nowhere in sight. I mean, Lin is the type of person that would be in the hospital wing 24/7, caring for patients and then trying out new potions. lol!}} ((Lizzo, this is what I think she's referring to. Laura, correct me if I'm wrong~))
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